เข้าสู่ระบบMargot had handled countless antiques in her lifetime, yet even she could not declare with certainty whether this piece was genuine. Every brushstroke, every detail felt real. But if Magnus deemed it a forgery, that would be the instant the crowd turned on Amelia, and high society would tear her to pieces. Margot's thoughts wrestled with the decision. She was just about to turn to Lucas for his opinion when Amelia’s clear, commanding voice rang through the air.Gazing at Margot, she said, "Mrs. Sullivan, would you be so kind as to invite Mr. Cruz to authenticate the painting before everyone here?"Amelia stood tall and unyielding, her posture as graceful as a swan with its neck arched in quiet elegance. From her emanated an unshakable aura of majesty, effortless yet overwhelming, casting an invisible weight over the room. The guests looked on, utterly taken aback, as though their very breath had been stolen. Who was this woman? How could she possess such commanding presence?Margot, to
The name alone caused another wave of astonishment to ripple through the hall.“If memory serves, The Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family collection. She wouldn't dare present a forgery, would she?"“Even if it were authentic, that damaged piece couldn't possibly rival the flawless Eyes from Heaven. I thought we were about to see something extraordinary, but it seems my anticipation was for nothing."“Miss Brown couldn't have the authentic painting. Everyone knows the genuine Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family. Theirs is the only real one."“Wait, she looks familiar… Oh! I remember now. She once attended Xavier’s birthday banquet. That's where she took the Half-Faced Warrior from the Millers. Who would have thought she'd hand it over to Margot as a birthday present?"“So basically, she's just handing over something she got freely? That's low. Using someone else's gift to curry favor…Margot won't like that. She's finished." Several guests eyed Amelia as though t
Margot, however, was quietly studying Amelia, her gaze sweeping over the young woman with careful subtlety. So this was the woman Lucas had fallen for. She was, without a doubt, striking, beautiful, elegant, and self-possessed. More than that, her very presence seemed to match Lucas’, neither overshadowing nor diminishing him.Margot had no clue what type of girl Lucas favored. She had always assumed he was drawn to women who were gentle and unassuming. But now it was clear, he had chosen someone with a commanding air. If Amelia were to stand beside Lucas, their presence would balance perfectly, each enhancing the other.Margot's mind lingered on her assessment, even to the point of imagining how things might turn out if Amelia and Lucas ever clashed. The thought amused her so much that she let out a quiet chuckle.Yet, mindful that Amelia’s painting might seem pale next to Eyes from Heaven, Margot turned to give a calm instruction.“Lola, go and collect the painting Miss Brown brought
"This painting vanished long ago. I've heard of it and seen photographs, but never beheld it in person. Thank you for your gift. I like it very much," Margot said warmly, her smile radiant as she turned to her longtime housekeeper. "Lola, please unveil the painting for everyone to enjoy."“Yes, Mrs. Sullivan," Lola replied with quiet respect.Moments later, the artwork was displayed before the gathered guests.“This is breathtaking, truly a masterpiece of living detail!"“A remarkable work indeed, and so well preserved. To see this in my lifetime, now I have no regrets."“Mrs. Sullivan, we owe you our gratitude for letting us witness such a divine creation. The Eyes from Heaven is extraordinary."The guests poured out their admiration, silently agreeing that the Wright family was likely on the cusp of great fortune. Margot had not requested Lola to personally unveil any other gifts, a clear sign of her immense satisfaction with this one painting. The Wright family had struck gold, offe
Yet, here Amelia stood, speaking to Lucas as though they were equals, even with an air that threatened to eclipse his own. The guests couldn't help but wonder if she was more prestigious than Lucas.“Go ahead," Lucas said, his tone as cold as ever. He gave no sign of familiarity with Amelia, his manner detached and reserved.Lucas knew Amelia wouldn't want anyone to suspect they were acquainted, and he naturally wouldn't disappoint her. Her wishes would be respected completely.“Miss Reynolds and I made a wager earlier. We agreed that whoever succeeded in inviting you to dance would have the other leave the birthday banquet at once." Amelia’s voice was steady and unhurried as her eyes slid to Lorraine, still lying on the floor. "Now that I've won, I request Miss Reynolds to honor the wager."The guests exchanged glances, surprise rippling through them. So that was the reason for all this, it had been a bet over inviting Lucas to dance.Several young socialites felt a pang of regret. If
Amelia’s piercing gaze cut through the guests, sending an icy shiver down their spines. What was it about this woman that gave her such an unshakable hold over the room?“Did you actually see me strike Miss Reynolds?" Amelia’s voice was cold, her eyes locked unflinchingly on a nearby man, the unmistakable speaker who had thrown false accusations her way.Though fear flickered in his eyes, the man forced himself to stand tall and retorted, "If you didn't hit Miss Reynolds, then how else would she end up on the floor, clutching her stomach like this?"“Then go ahead, lie on the floor and fake it, just like she did." Amelia’s tone was as frigid as steel.“You're impossible!" he snapped, his voice rising in anger. "I'm not wasting my breath arguing with someone as unreasonable as you. Just apologize already."“So, you still insist I struck her?" Amelia’s voice remained even, her gaze steady. "Then I'll have no choice but to take you to court for slander."The man faltered under her stare,
Upset by Howard’s words, Martha spoke up. "Dad, must you be so harsh? Eve is your granddaughter! Why defend that woman over your own family?"Witnessing his daughter being scolded left Trevor burning with shame. Longstanding resentment toward Howard simmered inside him. His refusal to give him the r
Amelia barely spared him a glance. "Let's go take care of business," she said coolly to Desmond.“Yeah," Desmond replied, his tone flat. He cast one last icy look at Paul’s motionless body before turning to follow her out.After everything the Brown family had done to Amelia, Desmond felt not a shre
Lucas’ gaze turned sharp. "When did I say I was going to handle her?" he asked, voice like ice.Confused, Eve blinked. "But… didn't you say whoever did something wrong must be held accountable? Aren't you going to do something about her?"“I meant the wrongdoers would be held accountable," Lucas rep
Jessica chuckled, visibly proud. "Well, you've got an eye for talent. Amelia really is sharp."Emily, however, was tense. Her eyes darted between the two speeding cars, her nerves getting the better of her. "Amelia, do you think Eugene still stands a chance?" she asked softly. She honestly couldn't







